qufie comms

between a rock and a hard place, gaily

i roam 

Is that so? 

 

qufie glints at the very edge of things

By the way, I forgot to post the letter, I'll do it tomorrow, ok?

 

between the lattice of thoughts and words 
Excalibur, for want of a better name

Arse over tit, dreadful it was 

Speaking of which

and lines of lucidity light up the empty space

in a mind that cannot know or will not

say

Short n' sweet, I've half a mind to say

tempered steel and chicken wire  

the drone of tanks and sliding feet

I rest my case 

 

i      [stay for two, for three breaths afore ye continue down below ye 'orrible time and space short-shrifter, I'll have what's mine by rights, I'll...]

oh, never mind 

Tut!

if not 

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